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Saturday, January 10, 2015

Wearing jeans to the symphony and other ways to live out loud.

No, I don't lay out my clothes like thisevery day. I just didn't feel like buying agraphic and Gus wouldn't pose.

I once received a card from my
sister-in-law Christine which praised me for "living out loud." It was special to be regarded that way, but
it was also special because Oprah Winfrey hadn't yet started using the phrase
every time she spoke, nor had it started to appear on every other cover of O
Magazine.

I do live out loud. I lived out loud in particular two years
ago, when I trailed a stranger in Boston to get the name of her perfume. She
wrote it down for me on the back of a restaurant tab. I went home, looked it
up, gasped at the cost, and half-seriously (half), put it on my Christmas list.
When I received it I almost dropped and shattered it in my half-shock.

It's light and beautiful
like a fragrant cloud and when I wear it I remember rich things I encountered before
I discovered it, and those I have encountered since.I wouldn't trail a stranger
for less. Once, I wouldn't have trailed a stranger for any
reason but at some point, it was worth appearing odd to have that perfume.

Which brings me back to living
out loud. I am a person who has always dressed up for the symphony: black dress pants, black heels, nice top,
nice jewelry and of course, more recently, expensive perfume.

A while back I would nudged my
husband at the sight of someone in jeans and boots at the symphony and said, "Nobody dresses up anymore. Nothing
is special."

A while back, I would have
responded to the phrase of "living out loud" with, "As opposed to what, living in
silence?" Because, years before I chased that stranger, I was that person - kind of jaded, kind of cynical, kind of dumb and kind of smart. All dressed
up and greeting the truth of simple, honest living with a snide response.

I can't
believe that I once behaved this way and still expected to attract friends, but anyway.

Along the way, enough to have earned that
card, I've thought about this
living out loud business, what it means and what it doesn't. Living out loud, is
not about dressing appropriately for an experience meant for the senses. It is about trading drama for grace and
allowing hard truths to pass, while greeting and urging the gentle ones to
stay. It isn't about hiding behind correct
formalities, but letting formalities cook off so that the essence of experience can reach
the senses. With others, it is about showing your belly, because any connection lacking the trust to do that isn't, as my father would say, "the real deal."

It is about honesty.

And so, I'm wearing jeans and
boots to the symphony tonight. I'll add the nice jewelry and perfume, but I'm
wearing jeans to the symphony. I'm going to listen to Brahms in my warm sweater
and silky scarf. I will hear Don Quixote in flat soles and soft jeans. I will not be aware of the temperature while wearing uncomfortable clothes, or my correct posture in a too-small seat, and most of all, I will not be aware of whether or not I've won the approval of complete strangers.

Living out loud is about remembering the best experiences with more heart than mind because your heart has perfect vision while your buzzkill mind is a keeper of information.And, of course, it is about finding a delicious fragrance
to bring it all back on demand.

I'm so glad you found your "loud". It took me 45 years to find mine, rather than turning away from it or being embarrassed when it got out despite attempts to tamp it down. Seven years later my life is so much richer, noise and all.

I like how you put that, Andrea. We all have our jeans and symphonies but eventually I think, you have to toss the old rules that made life feel orderly and let it be the messy and beautiful thing it's supposed to be. Thank you for visiting!